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 1        I|           demanded the same young farmer.~ ~“Pardon! he did not tell
 2      III|         now!”~ ~The son of a poor farmer in the environs of Montaignac,
 3       VI|        same! The handsomest young farmer in the country, and the
 4       VI| Chanlouineau!”~ ~The robust young farmer raised his head.~ ~“Come
 5       VI|       been fighting.”~ ~The young farmer hesitated for a moment,
 6      XVI|         of Marie-Anne, the robust farmer had turned livid. “It is
 7    XXVII|   Chanlouineau, aged twenty-nine, farmer by occupation.”~ ~“An owner
 8    XXVII|        over the lips of the young farmer, as he replied:~ ~“The others
 9   XXVIII|         the highway.”~ ~The young farmer paused to take breath, then
10      XXX|           talk,” whined the young farmer.~ ~Then seeing that no one
11     XXXV|         known his petition.~ ~The farmer turned very pale and shook
12     XXXV|   handsome young fellow, the best farmer in the country.”~ ~The officers,
13    XXXVI|           and this man here is my farmer.”~ ~These replies seemed
14    XXXVI|           too soft to belong to a farmer. And when I spoke to this
15    XXXVI|          terrible mustaches for a farmer. Besides, you must remember
16     XLIV|         she found, not the worthy farmer, but Abbe Midon, who had
17    XLVII|           the sight of the honest farmer, who came toward him, his
18    XLVII|     Farewell, then!” said the old farmer, when the last hand-shake